I’ve decided to try, (when it suites and as it pleases), to walk/jog with intention. For those of you who know me, you may pick yourselves up off the floor now. For those of you who have just clicked on this site because you were sent here when you googled, “Resolution”, let me first of all apologize that your inquiry has led you to me. Secondly, if you read any further, let me tell you that I have had strong feelings of anti-exercise beliefs for many years and have listed, in the past, reasons why exercising is harmful and pointless. (they were very convincing reasons – I’m sure I swayed many a reader to my side).
I call this new way of being, The Great Experiment. I have first talked about this many months ago in my post, Joining the Average Joes. I have not forgotten about it. I’m not, (oh, how my fingers hate to write this word and my mind cringes with just thinking it) exercising for the sake of exercising or for any possible health benefits, (limited as those are which do not outweigh the risks). So let’s just make that clear right now. OKAY? I am perfectly happy being weak and somewhat flabby. I rock that look and my hubby likes opening jars for me.
Yesterday I walked about 4 miles around my house – risking being attacked by Redneck backwoods people and raged caged beagles, walking through poo mists from freshly fertilized fields, and nearly dying from wind, sun, and uphill climbs. But I did not stop these little legs from walking. One foot in front of the other. Unless I was taking pictures (I had to bring my camera – there’s got to be some entertainment for me and my mp3 player is missing in action), I was moving. After yesterday’s Great Experiment experience, I had to take a nap for the rest of the afternoon. But look at the pictures I got!
This would make a great Writer’s Shack! I want it for my very own.
This must be someone’s deluxe deer stand – around here, people take hunting very seriously and prefer their garages and deer stands to be bigger than their own houses as this is where they spend most of their time.
Oh Thank God I hit Trinity Road! Little did I know that this part of Trinity was all uphill (close to home –right? No). Good times.
And here is where I walked through the Mists of Poo .
(or should I call it, The Mists of Shits?)
I thought the below veggies were red unpeeled onions of enormous size. They are not. And they will sit there until they rot, into the Spring and Summer, where they will create such a stench that The Mists of Poo smell like a bouquet of honeysuckles in comparison.
So, that was my odyssey through the backcountry. Next time, I’m going to trek it in reverse.
And by-the-way. This Great Experiment is NOT, I repeat, NOT a New Year’s Resolution. I hate resolutions with a passion and have sworn them off for good many years ago.